WARNING since this is a kuroinu fic expect themes of rape and other horrible things, and combining that with Konrad motherfucking Curze expect some extreme gore.
(Disclaimer i own neither kuroinu nor warhammer 40k both properties are owned by their respective creators/owners)
No mans land near the border of Garan
A large force of soldiers clad in black clashes against an immense horde of monsters serving as a frontal force of the legion.
'come on lads hold your lines' a voice boomed from an older man serving as the forces commander his voice strong and fearless audible against even the loudest sounds of war even against the cries as another of his men was crushed under a orc club.
Jamison had been with the Kuroinu for 20 years now and he had bled much and lost more friends then he cared think off, he had survived many battles against the Legion his reward had been promotion after promotion leading him here in charge of his own battalion.
if only the Ansur orphanage matrons could see him now acting as the impregnable wall holding back the aberrant tides as the anvil holding till the hammer drops and it would jamison knew it would as did everyman fighting around him slaying orcs, imps and goblins en masse for they believed in their shared dream in their emperor vult. 'for the kuroinu for vult' jamison cried skewering a imp flying too close for comfort 'FOR THE KUROINU FOR VULT!!!' a chorus echoed behind him.
Suddenly a war horn blasted threw the battle field the hammer was here, the aberrant with enough brain cells to think beyond if tits or ass were better seemed to panic as the reality of what happened set in they had been tricked and flanked the demon man was here Vult was here.
Vult had chosen to arrive later then agreed on purpose his army had routed the enemy back guard long ago they had shattered easily enough on the might of the kuroinu elite heavy cavalry.
He could have ordered the charge of his forces twenty minutes ago yet he refrained from doing so, there was a couple reasons for this ensuring no further enemy armies could assault them from behind, checking with his commanders, but most of all Vult really hated Jamison and his boys they pissed him off.
They were too loud targeting important women to have "fun" with and far more importantly doing a shit job of covering it up, their deaths would be beneficial at this point.
As they charged forward horses trampling goblins and imps underfoot and riders slashing and stabbing anything that survived vult himself racking up a kill count in the hundreds he could see Jamison's shit eating grin.
So he had survived this long, annoying but a good showing of the tenacity he expected of his dogs, 'Jamison' vault called to the man, the less rational half of him hoping Jamison would be distracted by it long enough for a lucky orc to skewer the ugly fucker.
'Hail Vult'Jamison called back, deflecting a blow ment for his head with a buckler, before impaling the imp that had attacked him, 'took your time me and my boys figured you were gonna leave us for dead' he joked clearly unaware of the truth of that statement.
Vault rolled his eyes at that, dumb bastard he thought 'well Jamison you know how it is' vault pauses for a second to swing his sword Thousand-limbs into a nearby enemy, 'sometimes they put up a good fight' Vault fought back the disguted shudder in him that came from calling the earlier slaughter a "good fight", the warboss and his "honour" guard had been jokes, though no doubt they would have killed Jamison and his boys just as easily as he had them.
'understood boss' Jamison shouted back after a while a tired wheeze in his voice 'you owe me a nice whore when this fucking battles done though'.
Vault only grunted back as the fighting reached its end, maybe he could pay a whore to kill that fucker while he slept, a small smile rising to his face, now that was a great idea.
A carrige near the fortress city of ur
Konrad was confused, this... this was an odd position, he thought in a strange bought of lucidity, he had never felt this before.
he was cramped and unconfortably sitting in the carrige, its roof was too small to accomodate his large frame, it was not that he found stange though, konrad had spent many nights curled up in small spaces during his time on nostarmo and had grown used to uncomfort, no the strange bit was this girl, this pink haired princess, Prim? if he remebered correctly.
she was pressed to his side her head resting on him, she smilled happily and was talking to him without fear, her words where only half listened too, he idly picked out the word cousin before he stopped listening again, it was hard to listen to even think, konrad had never felt this before, this warmth, this lack of fear, it was all foreign all unusual but he didnt... couldn't hate it.
whats more he couldn't even remember entering the carrige she had hugged him, and it had been like a daze as she tugged him to the vehicle the warmth lingering in her touch. maybe she was a witch, maybe he should kill her before she could control him fully.
his arm began twitching at that thought, kill, it screamed, never controlled again, it echoed. she, prim he corrected himself, must have felt the twitching as she shot him a concerned look.
'Are you ok?' concern was evident on her face and in her words,and with it came another wave of lucidity and warmth konrad could not explain, with that the screaming was silenced the echos in his skull stopped.
without even thinking words left his throat a scratchy deep noise, 'Im ok' as soon as those words left his mouth konrad watched in wonder as her smile returned brighter then it had been even before.
'So you can talk' she pratically cheered pressing her sizable bust into his arm, 'I was worried my darling prince charming was mute' she paused 'not like there is anything wrong with that, she frantically back tracked 'I once read a book about a mute hero in green saving a princess it was very romantic' she continued, before realising she was rambling.
'sorry' she said with a blush, im just so exited to meet my destined prince charming, 'oh i havent even asked for your name yet'.
Konrad paused for a second, he would have gone by nighthaunter in his old world, it was the name nostramo had given to him, but now nostramo was dead and so was the night haunter, 'Konrad curze' he muttered, unused to acepting the name his cursed father had bestowed upon him.
Prim beamed up at him again, 'a second name? you must be a noble too then' I already said before but my name is prim, prim fiore'
With that Konrad felt a burst of hope the first since his vision, days ago, this feeling, this hope, this warmth it was strange, but Konrad couldnt say he hated it.
Fortress city of ken
Celestine's visions had been getting worse coming in the form of twisted dreams, of a pink snake with a lions mane, a green toad with rats fur, a blue raven with octapus tentacles, and a red snarling hound covered in porcupine quills, she felt feaa these beasts should never see her, always clawing at an attempt to enter her world.
It was... horifying she was a goddess reborn and yet the mere fragment of these abominations where more then enough to mess with her their corrupting escence echoing in her mind, the snake whispered depravities promises of extremes taken further, the toad croaked of stagnation of illness and plague, the raven called of plans unending of change unchecked and the hound roared of war and bloodshed it was like nothing she had ever felt and their eyes wherent even on her!
her mind drifted back to her vision some time ago of the man she had seen the half giant or anomoly of somekind maybe a god brought to this plain as she had, of the two visions she had of that man she hoped she got a savior.
A/N: Hi guys sorry this took so long i was struck by a mixture of life being hectic and being lazy/unmotivated I love this story and concept so I want to keep going Ill apolgise for this being on the shorter end but i started writing this shortly after the first two chapters and honestly im struggling continuing from a half written chapter so i plan on releasing this a bit early from the 3k words i had planned in order to ever actully release it and so whhh I continue i can do so from a blank chapter.
I plan on writing a second story alongside this one going foward to keep me motivated and to give me a seprate less angsty story to write given it will probably still have edgy untertones since thats just the type of things I enjoy however ill leave it up to you guys in order to pick which I do either
1 A Highschool dxd fic about the original belphegor the sin of sloth waking up in modern dxd and being the appropriate mix of "I have children!" and "Everyone I know is dead apart from the people I fought for hundreds of years"
2 A DnD based story about a son of lolth born to be used in a ritual to empower her but instead was stolen away by his half sister Eilistraee. hunted by those loyal to lolth, hated by the majority of people for his relation to his mother even with the best sister ever he really isnt having fun